straydog733 asked: 7, 15, 17, 23!
7. Pretending to be married
Ngh, honestly not much of a fan to be honest. There’s good stuff out there, but I find them usually pretty predictable and generic. I would probably go for it more if it focused a bit more closely on the espionage of it, rather than wacky hijinks.
I am usually not a fan of kidfic in general (hush, ZR is an exception) and I just don’t get the appeal most of the time.
17. Let’s play truth or dare
It can be funny, and I’ve read a couple of good ones, but I tend to find it a cop-out way of pairing up two characters when you can’t think of any other way to do it.
23. Someone has a baby
Did I mention I don’t like kidfic?
I’m interested only as much as it reveals interesting stuff about the parents, basically.
thischarmingand asked: Wingfic, curtainfic, shag or die (and what a polite way of phrasing that)
Have intimate relations or face your imminent demise, I guess? XD
Generally makes no sense at all but god is it pretty XD Wing touching, yesplz :D
It depends what I’m in the mood for honestly. I like it more if it has a definite connection to canon. So for ZR with Jack and Eugene, I would love it! But I like it if it acknowledge that (spoiler) there are zombies and it’s hard, and the difficulty that they’ve had getting to that point.
Shag or Die
It really depends how it’s done. I confess, I like darkfic quite a lot so if it’s done well, and embraces the inherent problems with what’s going on, then absolutely! I’m just not keen when it glosses over the coercion and the characters go straight into being a happy lovey dovey couple afterwards. Or even if they were a couple before, I like to see the issues it brings up.
Inspired by this piece going around.
To the fat runner out on the track,
You don’t get called that a lot, do you? A runner?
Because runners are skinny people. They are sleek and svelte marathoners in spandex. They are bulging, muscular sprinters with thighs and calves cut from pure steel. They are people that are in the pictures of all of the fitness magazines, on all the websites, in all the running gear ads. Runners are fit, and fat people are not, so you are not a runner. You’re just a fat person that runs, trudges, waddles around a track. That’s what everyone and everything has ever told you.
But I see you out there. You, who are running. You, who are fat. You, who listen to people talk shit about you all the time: sometimes spitting the words in your face, sometimes dressing it as a compliment. You are a runner. You are a fat runner.
And so am I.
I don’t know how long you have been a runner, or why you started. Maybe you have a specific goal in mind; I hope you get the thrill of completing it, whether it’s to run a 5k, run a marathon, or run for five minutes without stopping. I hope you get the rush of reaching that goal, because it feels damn good.
Maybe you are running to get stronger. Maybe you want to get some extra strength. Maybe you already love the way your ass jiggles when you run, but you adore the extra pop it gets from having some muscle underneath it. Even if you never have a visible six pack, even if your hard work is always hidden underneath a layer of lush softness, I hope you enjoy how your muscles feel and how you walk differently in a stronger form.
Maybe you are running because you like the feel of it. I wish you the best, most fulfilling work-outs; the most satisfying stretches; the tastiest post-workout snacks. I hope there are days you curl up after a long run with your favorite food and some comfy clothes and just feel wonderful. I hope running amps you up in the morning, or calms you down at night, or lightens your stress, or clears your head.
Or maybe, just maybe, you are running to lose weight. Plenty of people do it, and I have been there myself. Maybe you detest every moment of it, and are only on the track to change your body.
You know what? That is fine too. I hope you accomplish what you are aiming for, and I only ask that you make sure to not hurt yourself along the way.
Beyond that, I hope you have fun, if even for a moment. I hope that you have a split second where “runner’s high” no longer seems like an imaginary carrot they dangle in front of your face. I hope that you have a workout where “light, easy jog” does not seem like a myth invented to shame you for not being able to run. I hope that amongst the sweat and strain and determination, you find some moments of genuine happiness on the track. I never thought I would, and it has been an amazing journey to get here.
You are a fat runner. So am I. We run for a million different reasons, in all seasons, all across the world. We deserve to enjoy our sport and celebrate our accomplishments without criticism and mockery. I hope we get to do that more and more, and I hope that people can learn to keep their mouths shut and their eyes to themselves when they see us bouncing with every step. Because we kick ass.
We are runners. If you run, you are a runner, and you belong on that track. The critics can stay on their couches while we hit the pavement.
I hope to see you out there. I could use a running partner.
This is beautiful and very important!